The rainy days are finally over, and the weather is sunny again. The winter sun shines through the still heavy clouds, on the fertile Yizhou Plain, and on Qiao Deng's handsome face on a big red horse riding an unusual horse. I saw that he was wearing a pair of rune armor made of fine iron mixed with mythril, a golden beast-faced belt tied around his waist, two blue-eyed cloud-swallowing beasts on his shoulders, and a pair of deerskin boots with a look. He had a long sword at his waist and a stiff bow on his back, and the carved black lacquered sheath on both sides of the horse was full of beautiful white feathered arrows. Jordon, who was dressed in military uniform, looked even more heroic and extraordinary under the sun. Just looking at the neatly arranged tens of thousands of troops in front of him, Qiao Deng's heart was worried.

The day before yesterday, he personally went to the state treasury to arrest Ning Jun and all the relevant personnel of the government treasury and after interrogation, he found Luo Shang and asked Luo Shang to behead Ning Jun for favoritism before the war. There, he happened to run into his eldest brother, Romon.

Luo Meng naturally came to intercede for Ning Jun. Not only because of Ning Jun's daughter Ning Xin'er, but also because every time Luo Meng has something, Ning Jun will come over to help him deal with it as soon as possible, as if he is his own slave. Especially the last time Romon's mother was sick, it was difficult to move when he ate. Ning Jun's daughter Ning Xin'er wore clothes day and night, which made Luo Meng very moved, and even had the idea of straightening Ning Xin'er after his wife passed away one day in the future.

It was precisely because of this festival that Luo Shang just asked Qiao Deng to immediately reissue Jiang Fa and Qin Yan's winter clothes, and let him speak kindly and comfortably. As for the Ning army, Luo Shang just asked people to detain them first, saying that they would be dealt with after the war.

Thinking of this, Jordon glanced at Jiang Hair, who was riding on a black horse not far away, and saw that he looked listless, without the slightest hint of nervousness or excitement before the battle.

For the first time, Jordon had doubts about Luo Shang in his heart. Not only that, but he also felt a sting and chill as if he had been betrayed.

Even, he had doubts about what he was doing in this paragraph.

He suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Gao Ming at that time.

"As for this well field, there is nothing new under the sun." Gao Ming, as a history lover who has seen thousands of years of history, is really not optimistic about this kind of thing in Ida. In the history of his world, Ida has never recovered after the collapse. Later, the collective land still had to be contracted by individuals, "in principle, I am optimistic. ”

Thinking that the nationalization of land did make a period of history in his world a highlight for a while, and although it also collapsed later, it did have a positive effect. As an otaku, he has read all kinds of remarks, some praise this kind of collective ownership of land, and some criticize, all of which seem to have some truth. At that time, Gao Ming considered his words and said slowly: "But there is a question I want to ask you, Brother Qiao, that is, how do you deal with the problem of abusing power for personal gain? How do you deal with the problem of big pot rice? These well fields belong to the state and county anyway, not your own, so how can you not destroy the spiritual field? How can you produce more spiritual valleys on the basis of maintaining the spiritual field?"

"Severe punishment is enough!"

Joe was as natural as he was when he said this. He remembered that Gao Ming laughed a few times and then said something he didn't understand.

"It's not good to be a referee and an athlete. ”

Referee?

Jock?

He had never heard those two words before. When he asked again, Gao Ming seemed to find that he had lost his words and deliberately diverted the topic. And now, he vaguely seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Luo Shang is both a referee and an athlete.

He said that Ning Jun was guilty, and Ning Jun was guilty; he said no, Ning Jun just didn't.

Ning Jun didn't listen to anyone, just listened to the words of the Luo family's father and son.

If the well fields in the state and county are also like this in the future, and they are also managed by people like Ning Jun, what will be the consequences?

Every time I thought of this, Joden's originally enthusiastic heart seemed to be dug out and put in the cold wind in the thirty-nine days, and it instantly froze into a block of ice.

Although Jordon reads a lot, he is not a dead reader, let alone a nerd who does not understand the world. He knew in his heart that people like Ning Jun were the majority, and they were very common. A small winter coat caused this kind of problem. And after making such a problem, Ning Jun even looked like he would escape punishment.

"Brother Qiao, the Jingtian system that you and Luo Zhijun engaged in, the starting point is very good. But it's like if someone wants to cross a river but doesn't have a boat, you happen to have a boat and give him a ride. But halfway through, if the boat capsizes, do you think you helped him, or did you hurt him?"

Just as he was thinking wildly, a sudden earth-shattering horn sound pulled his thoughts back. Only then did he realize that at some point, Luo Shang, the supreme commander on the battlefield, Yizhou Assassin Shi and Pingxi General, had finished speaking before the war. With the deep sound of the unknown horns on the battlefield, which were several feet long, Jordon saw the two rows of people standing at the front of the battle formation begin to move.

There was no charge, just a step by step in the direction of the opponent's camp.

Huang Ang was among the first to move.

Most of them had just been released from their cells, and each of them was carrying a sack that was used to hold the soil. All they had to do today was to fill at least the two trenches so narrow that they could be fitted with a wooden raft of feet or two.

The place where Huang Ang was standing just now was just an arrow away, and it was only more than twenty zhang away from the first trench. If it was based on his original cultivation of a ninth-grade cultivator, the distance of more than twenty zhang would be a matter of a few breaths to him. But the many days of prison food made his physical strength far worse than before, even if he had just eaten a full meal this morning. As for the spiritual power in the body, it has long been gone. It can only be said that with his monk's physique for so many years, even if he is over forty years old today, it is more than an ordinary civilian. As long as he ran with all his strength, this distance was still not very difficult for him now, even if he had sixty or seventy pounds of dirt on his back.

But he remained cautious and unhurried in the crowd.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment, and every moment seems so difficult. From time to time, he looked up at the homeless people who were standing on the high platform on the other side of the fence and had drawn their bows. He knew in his heart that the other party was waiting for them to reach a more suitable place before triggering the bow and arrow in his hand. But this mood of waiting for the boots to hit the ground is extremely difficult.

Suddenly, he heard a shout from a person in the crowd, and then everyone around him who had been quiet began to shout and run, and even when one person ran from him, the sack on his shoulder touched his shoulder, and the huge force made him almost shake off unprepared.

"Run!" his mind was also blank, and he followed the crowd and ran towards the trench that was already less than ten feet away. Seeing that the fastest man had already run to the trench and was about to stand up and pour out the dirt in his pocket, his keen ears heard a shout from the high platform opposite, "Arrows!"

"Woohoo!"

He hurriedly looked up, and saw a black oppressive arrow with a deadly cold light, falling rapidly towards him like a dark cloud.

Next, there was the sound of an arrow thrusting into a muscle, and then a scream.

Huang Ang saw that the person in front of him was pierced through the thigh by a long arrow, and the whole person was nailed to the ground, crying in pain there. The man was eating and laughing together in the morning, and when he saw him, he immediately cried out to him for help.

He quickly avoided the pained look in his opponent's eyes, and he had to seize the moment between the two rounds of arrows, or he knew that his fate would be the same as the other's. At this moment, he exerted his strength. With his strength, he immediately showed the monk's strong physique. He came to the trench in two strides, and immediately poured the dirt from his pocket into the trench.

He can't throw away his pockets, because there is only one for each person.

He had no choice, and if he couldn't fill these two trenches, they wouldn't be able to stop.